Lady Button-Eyes
When the busy day is done,And my weary little oneRocketh gently to and fro;When the night winds softly blow,And the crickets in the glenChirp and chirp and chirp again;When upon the haunted greenFairies dance around their queen—Then from yonder misty skiesCometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Through the murk and mist and gloamTo our quiet, cozy home,Where to singing, sweet and low,Rocks a cradle to and fro;Where the clock’s dull monotoneTelleth of the day that’s done;Where the moonbeams hover o’erPlaythings sleeping on the floor—Where my weary wee one liesCometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Cometh like a fleeting ghostFrom some distant eerie coast;Never footfall can you hearAs that spirit fareth near—Never whisper, never wordFrom that shadow-queen is heard.In ethereal raiment dight,From the realm of fay and spriteIn the depth of yonder skiesCometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Layeth she her hands uponMy dear weary little one,And those white hands overspreadLike a veil the curly head,Seem to fondle and caressEvery little silken tress;Then she smooths the eyelids downOver those two eyes of brown—In such soothing, tender wiseCometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Dearest, feel upon your browThat caressing magic now;For the crickets in the glenChirp and chirp and chirp again,While upon the haunted greenFairies dance around their queen,And the moonbeams hover o’erPlaythings sleeping on the floor—Hush, my sweet! from yonder skiesCometh Lady Button-Eyes!